Pretending to be husband and wife

When Qi Wuming came back, his body smelled of blood, Jin Su looked at the redness and swelling on his face from the beating, and was speechless for a while.

But the injured person looked carefree and contented, and Jin Su couldn't say much.

He waited for Qi Wuming to finish cleaning before he asked someone to bring the food, and when the other party came to take a bath, there was still water vapor.Jin Su looked at him for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back and said, "Have you got the thing? Why don't you put Zhong Yang back?"

Now that the shares and the ransom have been obtained, he really doesn't understand the point of continuing to imprison Zhong Yang.

"It's still useful for me to keep him." Qi Wuming didn't answer Jin Su's question directly, but stirred the lean meat porridge in the white porcelain bowl, and responded neither salty nor weak.

"What's the use?" Jin Su didn't stop asking.

"You're taking too much care." This question obviously made Qi Wuming upset. He saw that the other party threw the spoon into the bowl and looked up at him with an undisguised coldness in his eyes. The silver mask was eating. It had already been removed by him at that time, and now the pale and feminine face reflected the red and swollen scars, making it look even weirder.

But Jin Su was not affected by his aura, he folded his arms around his chest, leaned back against the chair and looked at each other.

"I don't care what you want to do, but if you continue like this, you will cause us a lot of unnecessary trouble. Fahrenheit is not a vegetarian. If you push Huayan to the bottom line and don't know what the other party will do, I don't want to Because you got a bad smell." His voice was extremely cold.

"..." Qi Wuming glanced at him fiercely, but finally compromised, and sipped the lean meat porridge with his head down, "I will solve everything soon." After finishing speaking, he threw the black card into the In front of Jin Su.

"This is the reward for this time."

Jin Su pinched the card and rolled it between his fingers, his face didn't look happy.

He has never been short of money, but this time it was just because Qi Wuming and him were old acquaintances that he was in this muddy water.

But the shares of Fahrenheit that Qi Wuming wanted have already been obtained, and he no longer owes him anything.On the contrary, Zhong Yang...

He pursed his lips inexplicably.

As night fell, Zhong Yang sighed helplessly and irritably, feeling that tonight was another sleepless night.

That silver-faced young man has been coming to his room every night to harass him, Zhong Yang is really annoying.

He tried to lock the door, but the other party will get the key soon, which means it's useless.

—It's really boring.

As he was thinking this way, he heard the sound of the door being pushed open again as expected.

Zhong Yang sat up from the bed and looked at the person who came, the silver-faced young man walked in and sat beside his bed.

"Good evening." He looked very happy, a soft smile was always brewing on the corner of his lips, but Zhong Yang didn't care about the other party's emotions, he sneered and then lay down between the soft beds.

"So indifferent..." Qi Wuming raised his thin lips, and his smile deepened, "I have a good thing here, I think you might be very, very interested, do you want to see it?" He took out an eight-inch photo and put it half-closed on the table.

"What is it?" Zhong Yang squinted his eyes, and finally sat up, half leaning on the head of the bed and staring at the thing in his hand.

"You will definitely be interested." Qi Wuming handed him the photo upside down, Zhong Yang glanced at him suspiciously, he wanted to open it, but Qi Wuming pressed his hand again.

"What the hell is it? It's so mysterious. I don't have time to play such boring games with you." Zhong Yang frowned impatiently and said.

"Haha, I just want to say, don't get too excited after watching~" Qi Wuming lightly stroked the back of his hand with his fingers, full of teasing flavor, and only smiled when he saw Zhong Yang's disgusted expression I took it back.

——The picture shows a man who was beaten and bloody.

Zhong Yang couldn't tell who it was at first glance, because the person's head was drooping in the photo, and most of the face was covered by hair.

But when he glanced at the pocket watch on the man's wrist, his expression changed instantly.

——Why is that watch exactly the same as the one that Hua Yan always wears...?

Zhong Yang's heart began to tremble violently, he moved his face closer to the photo, looked at it, and the fingers holding the photo began to tremble slightly.

Qi Wuming crossed his legs and looked at the sudden change in the face of the person in front of him. He folded his hands on his knees, looking extremely indifferent.

"...What's going on here?" Zhong Yang asked with a trembling voice, he had already confirmed that the person in the photo was most likely Hua Yan, but why?Why did it become like this?

"Guess what?" Qi Wuming looked at Zhong Yang's flushed eyes, feeling jealous and happy at the same time. These two emotions were intertwined and intertwined, making his eyes look morbidly excited.

"I guess your mother——!" Zhong Yang was furious, his voice broke because of extreme anger, he threw away the photo and clenched his fists to hit Qi Wuming, but at the last moment, the other party opened his palm and squeezed into it. He squeezed his palms and pressed down on the bed with all his strength.

"Are you so excited to see Hua Yan injured?" Qi Wuming looked down at Zhong Yang who was looking sad and indignant, and the corners of his mouth drooped in displeasure.

"Go away! Do you want to lose face?!" Zhong Yang couldn't resist him, so he could only yell at him over and over again, but Qi Wuming didn't care at all.

His pale and slender fingers had already started to unbutton Zhong Yang's shirt one by one. Zhong Yang struggled hard, kicking and kicking desperately, but Qi Wuming didn't dodge, just accepted his vented anger intact. down.

Zhong Yang managed to break free from Qi Wuming's hand, and the punch that was caught just now finally hit Qi Wuming's side face hard.

The cold silver mask fell to the ground, Qi Wuming turned his face sideways, and gently wiped away the bloodshot overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Zhong Yang's chest was heaving and unsteady, he watched Qi Wuming raise his eyes slowly, and a red and swollen but extremely familiar face appeared in front of him.

Zhong Yang's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

"Why is that you……?"

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